I know it is a very stereotyped topic, talked quite often; still, I want to point out some tricks.

Many a times, we come across several issues in our life, which instigates our anger. It could be a hard argument with someone, difference of opinion, mismanagement of home, any unfulfilled wish, any kind of failure or it could be any misconduct of your children, etc. etc.

If you feel angry or hyper that you could have an outburst or spill some inappropriate words in counterattack, then:

Get away from that place immediately. It can break the discussion and prevent further attacks of words. You can talk later with composed mind.

Things will seem more reasonable. You can think what you want to say.

Drink a glass of chilled water.

Think about consequences like:

Our outburst can lead to a serious fight, causing a destroyed harmony of your home or relationship. Remember you’re not going to be like this always. It’s just a momentary rage.

It is very-very hard though, but you can try...

Sing your favorite song. It can divert your mind. If possible, plug in your ear phone and engage yourself in some household work to avoid Further chiding.

You can avoid those situations which can make you angry or promotes argument and can disturb the peace of your home.

Anger is generally unavoidable and hard to control but it is destructive. So try to keep yourself calm and compose to fill peace in your life.

Celebration of hope. Hope of eradication of corruption from our country. Corruption, which is making our country weak from many years, and we are vulnerable to endure everything. But we are not. This “Fight against corruption movement” for which Anna Hazare, his team and the entire nation is raising a voice, proved it.

Finally, we people have partly attained the success in the battle against corruption. We have advanced a step forward towards the path of triumph and “Corruption free India”. Today, Anna Hzaare ended his fast as the parliament passed the resolution accepting the demands of Jan Lokpal Bill.

Hats off to Anna and his team. Hats off to the Indian people. Without their support, this movement wouldn’t have succeeded like this. Indian people have really created a history by their tremendous support towards this historical movement. Their zest, maintaining the peacefulness is splendid indeed! Though, there are few people who considered it over dramatized. Some tried to put hurdles on the way. However nothing matters now. It is the beautiful and striking example of the strength of Indian Democracy and Integrity. Role of media truly deserves an applaud for connecting us with this movement closely and thoroughly

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We always heard of freedom fight and JP movement, but it is that incredible movement which we witnessed. This generation should be proud that they got the privilege to be part of it.As Anna said, it is a partial success, it is, but let’s hope for the best. And people should be determined to change themselves and our society to support the success of this movement further. India is rising and it will be shining.

Peace is the best asset in life. Nothing is better than peace to make your life blissful. However, certain things can breakdown your peace, making your life disheveled.

Anger:

Anger is the greatest enemy of peace. Controlling anger is the toughest task. It may be very difficult to control your anger at times, but once you overcome, it can sustain harmony. So try to control it. Otherwise it can lead to a fight, disharmony of your home or surroundings and eventually can tamper a good relationship. It is very likely that you may hurt your near and dear ones in the momentary rage of anger.

Jealousy:

It is the key factor of ruining a relationship and finally peace of your life. Jealousy, though a very common and natural feeling, is a weak point of a personality. It indicates low confidence because the person who is jealous does not have trust on his potential. People keep thinking about other’s achievements and get jealous and lose their grip on their own perspective. So don’t get jealous with others and trust your ability.

Impatience:

A major factor to promote anger, depression and frustration. Everything in life takes its own time to accomplish. So learn to have patience, trust your ability and wait for the right time for the right thing.

Bad health:

It is the most common factor to annihilate peace from your life. It is said health is wealth and it’s completely true. You can face and tackle all the problems of your life if, at least, you are hale and hearty. Circumstances of Running to the hospitals regularly can disturb you mentally, physically and financially. So please take care of your health so that you can take care of your dear ones and fill peace in your home and life.

Pessimism:

Positive attitude towards your life is the best way to enhance the chances of success. Negativity can fill your life with uncertainty, mental disturbance and uproar. So be optimistic and try to get rid of negativity and have peace of life. There’s always a ray of hope, you can discover in life.

Mini stopped a taxi after coming out from the Mumbai VT.Her visage was grim and tensed. After putting her luggage in it, she almost threw herself on the seat. The taxi ran towards her destination and her mind, somewhere else.

She is a successful fashion designer and works for a prestigious company in Mumbai. Few days back she had to rush her home town Kanpur, as her mother was unwell.When her mother Sumitra recovered a bit, she started to nag in an acquainted manner about Mini’s marriage and her job.

“Beta, why don’t you come back home?Search for a new job here.”Sumitra said lovingly.

“Maa, finding a job is not so easy”

“Why not? You studied in NIFT Mumbai and you’re so talented. You can get a job anywhere. I keep worrying about you as you live alone in such a big city and too far from me.” Sumitra looked really worried.

“Maa please, don’t start again. I work with a big brand there. I can’t get such an opportunity in this town. I’m not a kid. So what I live alone? There are many girls live there to shape their future from different towns and adapted themselves in that life style.” Mini said irritably.

After a pause Sumitra said again “We are searching a suitable groom…”

“Oh! Not again. I don’t have time for these frivolous affairs.”

“Marriage is not a frivolous affair. You’re running 28. It is also important”

“Not important for me. At least not right now. I am trying to establish my career.”

“You can continue your career after marriage”.Sumitra tried to convince her.

“After marriage? Huh! Maa please don’t lecture. You are married for 30 years, what have you done in your life? Cooking and bringing up children? I don’t want this kind of life. I want to establish myself as a businesswoman.”

“Mini!” Her father screamed. “Don’t you think due to her nice bringing up you are in this position? What she had done for you…”

“Oh! I am beholden to her for her kindness. But let me tell you one thing that my designation is due to my talent. Every parent does this to their children and she is not an exception.” Mini was raging with fury.

“Mini! Behave yourself.” Her father shouted again.

“Damn! I am sick of her and her nagging all the time.” She stomped out of the room.

A jerk interrupted her train of thoughts. The taxi was standing in front of her flat which she shared with two other girls. As she entered her flat her flat mates Tara and Riya chuckled and started to search for edibles which Mini’s mother sends every time. Mini wore a wan smile.

After taking shower she went to her bed. She couldn’t resist thinking about her mother. She knows her mother loves her and is simply worried about her daughter like every mother. Next day she was in no mood of going anywhere but she had to. She can’t afford to extend her leave further. She convinced herself that keeping herself busy would be a wise option for distracting her distressing thoughts and unwillingly she headed for her office. Next 2-3 days were terribly hectic as there was lots of pending works to do.

On Sunday she felt relieved as it was a day of no work. After lunch, she lied on her bed and memories of her encounter with her mother assailed her thoughts. She had been so rude to her mother. Perhaps she is forgetting her roots and values in the dazzle of success. Yeah, she had been very rude to her mother. She’ll call her and say sorry to her loving mother. Mini thought. Suddenly, her heart filled with love and warmth for her mother and she longed for her affectionate hug.

She didn’t know when she slipped into slumber.A loving stroke in her hair interrupted her sleep.She couldn’t believe her eyes as she saw her mother ruffling her hair smoothly. Her eyes were filled with care and a serene smile lingered on.

“Maa! How come you are here?” Mini’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Why? Can’t I come to see my daughter?”

“Oh of course, but just five days before I came from home.” Mini was confused.

“Yes, but I terribly wanted to see you. My daughter is angry with me. Beta, that is concern which you call nag. I love you and I just care for you. Every mother wants to see her daughter happily married.” Sumitra’s eyes were filled with tears of anguish.

“Mother always forgives her child. Don’t worry and forget it. Everything will be fine.”After a pause she said “You look tired. You need a sound sleep. Just close your eyes.” Sumitra’s soft hand glided on Mini’s head tenderly, which she did when mini was a kid.Today mini loved it and again sleep claimed her.All the tension was gone and her countenance was relaxed.

Mini woke up refreshed; a glance at wall clock told her it was 7 p.m. The dusk was falling. She could see the mesmerizing roseate hues in the sky.Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat and she jumped on her bed.

Tara entered with two mugs of coffee.

“You slept like a log.” Tara said.

“Where is maa?” Mini asked looking around.

“Maa? Whose maa?”

“My mother came in the afternoon.”

“Are you still dreaming Mini? What’s wrong with you?”

“No, she was here. She talked to me.” Mini emphasized each word.

“Are you crazy? Nobody has come. And why would your mother come? You just returned from your home?” This time Riya was saying.

“No! She was…” Mini was perplexed and was feeling restless.

“Oho, get up. Take a splash, have a cup of coffee and you will be fine.” Tara said.

Mini proceeded towards the bathroom. Suddenly her phone rang. She picked up her phone with urgency as it was from home.

Children are real gem of life. A child fills the home with mirth and melody and makes the life blissful. A child makes his parents feel complete. Couples without children suffer with certain agony, which can’t be described. They yearn for them and feel tormented.

And the couple who lose their child by any means….

Sabina was crying, and her husband was consoling her. “How many times I have to face this. I can’t take it anymore.” She said. “I want to kill myself.” Her cries turned into hiccups.

“Please Sabina! Never say it again. Have faith on God. He will definitely bless us with the fortune to have a baby someday.” He tried to console her but his own heart was bleeding with pain.

“Have patience bhabhi, God will shower his blessings on you.” Nirmala, their maid servant said and gave Prasad to Sabina.

The couple was yearning for a child. Every time the woman conceived, it turned out to be either a miscarriage or birth of a dead baby. It was really tormenting for them.One fine day Sabina gave birth to a baby boy and the couple was overwhelmed and that was the happiest day in their life.

Four to five days passed by. Sabina and her husband were enjoying their life with their new- born baby. They named him ‘Ibaadat’ as for them; he was a gift of God.

On the other hand, on the same day when Ibaadat was born, another couple in the hospital was in great grievance as someone stole their new- born baby.The couple was spending their days in anguish and searching for their child with the help of police. Meanwhile, Nirmala the maid asked for a leave saying that her mother was seriously ill.

The victim couple had published an advertisement in papers appealing to return their child, whosoever had stolen him. They also proposed money of 5 Lakhs and promised the identity a secret.

It’s been seven days when Sabina’s husband saw that advertisement and he got worried and tried to hide that from his wife. But eventually the Woman saw that advertisement and asked her husband the truth.

“Did I give birth to Ibaadat?” Sabina asked directly looking at her husband.

“Ibaadat is our son.” The man said fumbling and avoiding eye contact.

“He of course is, and he will be, but did I give birth to him? I have seen three dead babies of my own. I can endure the truth. Please tell me.” She said. Her eyes welled up.

“This time also you gave birth to a dead baby.” His voice choked with agony. “I couldn’t muster courage to tell you the truth. Nirmala said that she had arranged a baby from an orphanage, and it will cost 2 lakhs. But it seems…” He could not say anymore.

Here, the other couple was still in agony. The hospital found that a couple whose baby was born dead took a baby with them, and that was a matter of suspicion. The tormented couple, along with the police went to the home of Sabina but they found a big lock on their door. Their neighbor refused to accept that they could do any kind of forgery. The couple lost their hope.

When they returned home, harassed with their lost hope Sabina and her husband was waiting there with the child. It was so hard for them, but they could understand their pain. They put the baby in the lap of his real mother. She was so happy to find her son, as if she had got the entire world. Sabina refused to take the offered money saying that “Hamen sharminda mat kijiye. In aath dinon mein hame jo khushiyan mili hain, hum uske sahare hi zindagi kaat lenge.” (We have got loads of happiness in these eight days. That is enough for our entire life)

Now Sabina and her husband use to come to see Ibaadat (Yes, his real parent kept the same name) every week. Nirmala was arrested from her village as she stole the child and took two lakhs from Sabina’s husband in the name of orphanage.

The parents, who lost their child, were fortunate to get their baby back. What if Sabina, out of her developed emotion, would not have decided to handover the baby to his real mother? In many cases, the lost baby could not be traced.

This is a real story I watched in Crime Patrol on Sony Entertainment television.

Yesterday I saw a movie “Anjaana Anjaani” Starring Ranbir Kapoor and Priyanka Chopra. (I love the song 'Tujhe Bhula Diya') After watching that movie I realized that how complicated a relationship can be. How difficult is to know a person. How peculiar feelings can be.

It’s strange that sometimes, people can’t understand or bond people in even long time relationships and sometimes it’s inexplicably easy to connect someone profoundly. But unfortunately, sometimes despite all the ‘made-for-each-other’ type vibes they are not destined to be together.

It’s time to say goodbye

It’s all over

They met in life

Just as a stranger

Their eyes met

And it connected someway

Lips showed a hint of smile

And they became friends from that day

A strong connection

That never felt before

Started to bond gradually

And emotions peeped from the core

They shared their sorrows

They both were in pain

Pain turned bliss with their amity

And they were able to laugh again.

They shared their happiness

Memories of early good times

When they enjoyed their life

Mirth resonated like chimes

They talked about their obsessions

And their hatred

How agony assailed them

And they felt like cheated

Life for them was like shipwreck

Gradually it became like a cozy nest

Their camaraderie taught them the gist of life

And they decided to give it their best

Their destination arrived, they didn’t realize

Their heart heaved a sigh

Their togetherness was about to end

And it was time to say goodbye!

(Though in the movie they met forever but I preferred to end this on a final goodbye.)

She was watching television. Every news channel was raging with the fight against corruption. She changed the channel and started to watch songs and tried to search some good films. But her mind was stuck to the news channels. She returned back to them. The entire nation was supporting the anti corruption campaign to make the country corruption free.

Her throat choked to see the energy of youths. Even old age people and children were participating. They were lighting candles in support.

One part of her heart wanted to go and light candles in support but how could she?

Her husband was an ordinary but honest government employee. But she was not happy. She always compared her life with high society people. Their lifestyle fascinated her immensely but her monthly income was not enough to add luxuries in their life.

“Many people are earning so much money and making their lives better. They have all the luxuries of life and fulfill all the desires of their children but we…?”

“Doesn’t matter what other people are doing. We can have our daily meals. We are educating our children. We have the peace of mind. What else do you want?” Her husband would say.

“Huh! Peace of mind. Just eating and sending our child in government school is not life. Just see around you. How people live lavishly. Madhu always displays her new jewelries to me. Neena is going for a long vacation with her family to Goa.” She said rolling her eyes. “And we are always stuffed in this small old house. I haven’t bought a single earring after marriage.” Her tone turned nagging and it became a daily business. Everyday her husband would returned to home, exhausted and she would start nagging at her high volume.

After a year her husband started to do what she wanted. Their life became plentiful gradually. Her nagging stopped. After three years she had everything in her life to show off. Her face beamed with happiness and pride. But one day her husband got arrested because of taking bribe and some scam in his department.

How could she take part in anti corruption movement when she herself is corrupt and forced her honest husband in the quagmire of corruption?

“So what once she held the hands of dishonesty? It has made her learn the lesson of life.” Her inner voice suggested. “In the greed of gaining the luxuries in life she has made her husband lose his dignity. She lost peace. Her children felt bad in the society.” Her eyes filled with tears and heart with grief and regret. “But now she knows the gist of life. Honesty is the best asset one can have in his life. She too will extend her hand of support in this movement!” She thought resolutely.

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I am a freelance writer and author of We Will Meet Again, a contemporary romance. My works have been published in Good Housekeeping India, Child India, New Woman, Woman's Era, Alive, and a best-selling anthology @ Uff Ye Emotions 2.